The guy takes a step back. He mutters under his breath. "She's not even that hot."
"We both know that's not true." Drew slides his hand around my waist.
But the guy is still staring at us.
I turn to Drew. I slide my arm around his neck to sell the whole we're clearly a couple thing.
But the guy is still staring at me.
Drew stares back at him. "Either you leave in the next thirty seconds or we take this outside."
It does nothing to scare the guy off.
I grab Drew's arm and squeeze as hard as I can. No way I'm going to be responsible for the kind of fight that will get all three of us kicked out of the club.
Drew turns back to me. He takes my arm and places it around his shoulders. It's like he's promising this won't get out of hand.
His eyes find mine. He mouths, You trust me?
I nod. Yes. Of course.
His palm pressed into my lower back, pushing my body into his. He leans closer. His eyes close.
Mine do the same. Pure reflex. I rise to my tiptoes.
His lips brush against mine. A quick kiss to start. Then it's more. He sucks on my lower lip. He digs his other hand into my hair.
My heart picks up until it's going so fast I can't keep track. I'm aware of every inch of my body. The light feeling in my chest and stomach. The strain of my calves. The flutter building between my legs.
This is why I dance.
Drew releases me. He steps back and looks as if to check that the coast is clear. His demeanor shifts. No longer my fake boyfriend. Just my best friend. "You okay, Kara?"
"Yeah."
His arms goes back to his sides. His body moves away from mine. My heart is still racing. My chest is still light. I'm still acutely aware of every place that stretches, of every flutter or rush or buzz of electricity.
Drew kissed me.
For show, but still.
Drew kissed me and my entire body is still in overdrive.
Drew. Kissed. Me.
And, God I want him to kiss me again.
Chapter Two
Three Months Later…
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
The bed upstairs squeaks like it's going out of style.
"Miles! I'm almost... Oh... Oh... Oh..."
"Meg..."